people have told me for years and years it’s going to ge better. they’ve told me to look back in a year from now and think ‘I’m so happy I’m still here.’ but the truth is I’m not. things have gotten worse and fucking worse. I’m sadder now then I was a year ago and I’m finding more and more reasons not to get out of bed in the morning. when does it stop? when do I get to be happy again? where the fuck is my happy ending? because right now all I see is darkness and pain. so fuck you and your positivity. I want to end it. all of it.
tired of trying but finally not scared of dying.
Reblog if it’s okay to start talking to you.
Really thinking about it
I haven’t felt like this in months, I think I’m going to relapse. Or just quitting it all.
If anyone wants to take the time to talk to me about it I’m more than happy. But at the same time, no one ever does.